I stared in astonishment at Prince Louis, who opened the car door for me.

Under the allure of his blue eyes, I instinctively placed my hand in his palm.

His hand was dry, broad and strong, and securely held onto me, helping me down from the passenger seat.

Today, I was wearing a pair of pointed Prada high heels, a gift from my mother. However, I wasn't quite used to their height. As I got out of the car, I lost my balance and nearly fell into Prince Louis's embrace.

Luckily, he swiftly caught my waist.

This relieved me. But just as I regained my footing and looked up, I...